Keep my fate in your shoddy black box,
Splinter my life with shuffling hands against paper.
Eyes wander, voices whisper
Time is lost in a downward gaze.
Shuffling feet against concrete;
One after the other after the other,
Men and sons and lonely mothers.
Trembling fingers,
Cut my hope with slips of paper.
Death is marked by a
Single
Black  
Dot,
The period of my life.
The end to something that has never begun.
Circle around me as the sun bakes my skin,
Getting ****** in the early morning.
Pelt me with your hurt-
Your jealousy,
Because I've won
The lottery.

And you are all lost in old-school beliefs,
Gripping to paper, then letting go with relief.
Playing god every year; June 27th.
To send another family member to heaven.

Keep our souls tightly locked
In that
Dilapidated
Black
Box.
Fill us with hatred,
For the summer months.
Where someone is forced
To get, so cruelly, ******.
Thrown at bones for fun,
By men and sons and lonely mothers
One right after the other,
After the other,
After the other,
Until all that remains is nothing but rubble.

-SLuR